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Claire Keane
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
Product Placement
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Cosmic Funnies
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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@thesheepwhocriedwolf
I hope you see this and I hope one day I may be forgiven but I don't deserve that. My grief of my decisions are my own and I must sit with them. Excuses don't matter I hurt you deeply knowing better and there's nothing I can do to change or fix it.
WWE has such a huge history with Misogyny and Bigotry that I'm still fucking amazed the fan base hasn't imploded about it more. Like why are matches still limited to gender? Why cant intergender matches happen? It's Sad that even the 2K ganes won't even let you have creativity between the genders or matches.
Totally fine with Play Boy matches and Bra and Panty matches back in the day but God fucking forbid Rhea Ripley or Charlotte Flair or even Bianca wrestle a Mid card Man outside of the women's division to put them over as powerhouses. Pathetic.
Reminder that Bill Watts booked Ron Simmons to be the first black world champion SIX YEARS before Vince gave Dwayne the nod.
Bill fucking Watts.
Yeah I knew the company was rooted in racist ideals. that was as obvious as a shot gun blast cause Vince never hid that. Sure he'll get a pardon which is also why Linda is in charge of misinformation in the department of education.
I also posted this before 2K26 came out which solved one of my problems.
I still need them to stop being pussies and mix the divisions on TV and on air. we have way too many amazing talent and booking is traaaash right now for all promotions outside of AAA.
still crazy to me how like Big Time spencer wan is. like what do you mean he worked on across the spider first and literally designed the animation style for spiderpunk, let alone by TRADITIONALLY ANIMATING IT FIRST. thats my drawfee guy. that’s karina’s little guy. that’s the pseudo host. guy from my youtube show. little georgia boy. what do you mean he has a job
Am enthralled by this visualization NASA shared of Artemis II's path through space. The most mathematically accurate little dance. <3
imagine. That is literally a really complex math equation, and then hardware built to enact that math equation with EXTREME precision.
Dude, if i was on that thing? i'd be checking the whole time, like, "hey, so, are we still exactly where the math said we should be? going the speed everyone predicted? okay, coolcoolcool. uh. How bout now?"
hold on, hold on. Our earth, okay, is following our sun, right, so we're doing this through space
and they are doing THAT slingshot and return maneuver while everything is doing what the gif shows, only the distances are unimaginably vast. And they are just. In a fancy tin can that we exploded up off the earth into space on the strength of our certainty we understand some very complex physics equations.
it's wild
I love when a character wants to be someone's dog so so bad. Dont mean it in a sexual way (although that can also be a part of it) I mean like. Let me be your loyal companion let me stay by your side give me a purpose in exchange for endless unconditional love let me stop being a person love me like it's my only use. Love me like that's the only thing I was made for. As you can tell. I'm normal.
Hey people who have several pets, with obvious differences in intelligence levels: How did you figure out that one of them is smarter than the other? What do they do?
There are a lot of things that lead me to think my elder cat is unusually intelligent compared to other felis domesticus I have known (understands pointing, can open every door and cabinet in the house except the ones with round knobs or that I added child locks to, understands enough English to know from a phone conversation that a stranger is coming to the house) but in terms of specifically comparing one to the other, there was The Case Of The Mousey Puzzle Box.
When we got our younger cat Skadi, her favorite toy was (still is, but she's calmed down with age) the rattley mouse. She would bring the mouse to be thrown for fetch so many times that not even two human adults in the house could keep up with her. So my partner started making puzzle boxes to put the rattley mouse in that would occupy her for longer.
So, we have a setup: mouse is in the puzzle box, puzzle box is on the floor, younger cat is trying to resolve the puzzle box, elder cat is sitting on the cat tree observing all this. Skadi spends about fifteen minutes trying and failing to get the mouse out of the box. She sticks her paw into the holes. She sticks her nose into the holes. She pushes the box to and fro on the carpet. She meows beseechingly for a human to come solve the problem. Sticks her paws into the holes again.
Finally, she gives up on the puzzle box and wanders over to see if there's any food to be had. As soon as she walks away the elder cat gets up from the cat tree, big stretch, jumps down, walks over to the puzzle box, hooks a paw under the edge and flips the whole thing over, spilling the mouse onto the floor.
Gives the younger cat a look of utter disgust as if to say "That's all you had to do!" and then walks away, utterly uninterested in actually playing with the toy.
Older cat just subjected to fifteen minutes worth of those horrible mobile game ads where the player is failing really badly to make you want to play.
affirmations: Alecto the Ninth is a real book that will be released some day. I will live to see the release of Alecto the Ninth.
invented a new gamemode called ultra-ultra-nightmare its like ultra-nightmare except an alter who doesnt know how to play video games has a random chance of switching over
does any one out there have any tips to NOT pick at your skin because I haven’t stopped since I realized I could do it 6 years ago and I just keep finding new ways to dig open wounds into my skin. DONT tell me to sit on my hands or I’ll choke you out
Moisturize like you're the last human in Dr Who. (I'm not joking dead skin is a trigger for this habitual hell. don't give your skin a chance to flake and exfoliate in the shower to help with that)
I wear silicone thimbles. you can get a pack on daddy bezos site for hella cheap and you can get all ten fingers covered. the silicone thimbles have textures to "rub" against to create that friction feeling, and open areas for skin to breathe. The silicone is just for flexibility and ease of putting on and wearing for a long time. (I figured this out cause I used to be a seamstress and we got them for that job only to find a hefty tool for this reason. )
"Pain" Fidget toys. Like the hard ones with the protruding squares. I've heard these work for those with BPD but I personally like the sting from when I go too far with picking and it's helpful having something gently put pressure on my hands when I have an urge so bad I unintentionally start doing it.
oh my god you guys griddlehark was one of the ships that got picked for the arrow-heart like animation for valentines' day 🥹❤️
memes that get you unfriended by relatives on facebook
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Honestly Jod should be really thankful Harrow sabotaged her lyctorhood process. Cause Harrowhark Gideon, created from the thanery bloom of 200 dead children and powered by the soul of Gideon “Space Jesus” Nav, would probably be the only person besides Alecto capable of killing him
every time someones says "hey how are you" and i say "good" and forget to add the "how about you?" i feel like i've missed a quicktime event
Therapy is so crazy. I went into today's session thinking we were going to do some more emdr about my over apologizing. Instead we talked for 20 minutes about my dead dog and by the end of the session I had a Severe OCD diagnosis and a note to see my psychiatrist for new meds.
THATS OCD OP?! THE FUCKING RADIO IS SO LOUD IN MY BRAIN WHAT?!
they’ve been working on a fucking prank on me since april i’m so goddamn indignant
tell them what the prank was, clare
so for fucking months now we’ve been saying we were going to watch Blade, because i’d never seen it, but somebody was always too tired or too busy, but tonight we decided fuck it, tomorrow’s ciaran’s friday, let’s watch Blade
the first 40 minutes or so pass with many a delighted exclamation. stan lee was credited & i’m told blade was a marvel property, which is news to me. i’m thoroughly enjoying myself. the cop familiar gets the shit beat out of him & tells blade to check the fridge. the wind roars as the scene transition fades to black.
in fades a helicopter. a man with long dark hair on crutches emerges from it. i do not immediately recognize the man, but from the crutches & the hair i immediately go “morbius??”
they assure me he isn’t morbius. i accept that they don’t want to admit he’s morbius for some reason (maybe they just don’t want me to think blade is in the mcu?) as the entirety of michael morbius’s backstory plays out on screen.
i repeatedly ask “okay but this is literally morbius right” and “why are you doing this” as it becomes increasingly clear that we are now, somehow, watching Morbius (2022). everyone continues to insist it’s Blade (1999) until finally i ask “how long were you planning this” and logan says “you wanna know how long” and gives me a screenshot
fucking months of me genuinely wanting to watch the movie Blade (1999) with my friends and they goddamn Blorbius me. I got Blorbiused.
AAAAAAAGH
I can clearly remember the moment I first realised my mother and I were living on completely different planes of existence. I was 7 years old and I came home from my school's first track and field day having placed second or third in every event. the teachers had been making jokes all afternoon about how many times they had to call my name. my friends thought I was cool as shit. my enemies thought I was cool as shit too, come to think of it. I was proud as hell. so I get home with the entire front of my shirt covered in ribbons like I was a military dictator who'd awarded himself every medal, I walk into the kitchen and tell my mum all about my day, and she goes "oh, that must be disappointing not getting any firsts." and I'm like no?? first of all the first place ribbons are red and I don't like red. second of all look at me. there's literally nowhere left on my body for accolades. I am fucking Jacked of All Trades. how could this possibly be a disappointment.
